there is something in me that just doesn’t want to go out in the snow. just. doesn’t. want. so it’s like pulling teeth to get me out. once i’m out, it’s never as bad as i think it’s going to be, and i’m always glad i did. just hard to motivate.

i did the grills backwards today from the way i usually do it, to add interest—forgetting that there’s one BIG ASS hill climb up from the railroad tracks on the yellow trail going in that direction. oh well. it got me nice and warm.